My Dear Politician
"You change their colours to make them same as your own
To reach the place where they thought they could never reach;
Like the speckles of gold dust flying around in the air,
You be the guide, the orator to which the crowd will find it's rhyme.
The kindness they bestow, the love they share with you
Isn't the one to be taken for granted or taken otherwise,
Because the reason for their rhyme wasn't in the past
Or in the future, it is in the present for you to realise.
So take them in your stead, love them from your heart,
Make yourself their own to reach them where they need,
Only to realise that the rhyme, the colour, the dust,
They never really mattered; and what...
Face to face
We ever not meet
Even your sound
I often heard
And mine you too
And logics we shared
And lot many we shared
Until we began to play
Politics each other
I began or you
It's still unanswered
But we are silent .
"Some stories begin for a different end,
Some are told for achieving their narrow bend;
Some leave us awakened in our dreams,
Some make us stay awake for another pseudo play;
Some rise from the ashes to survive,
Some dragons just wield fire to destroy;
Some talk sense to unite,
Some divide you to conquer;
Some stay with you forever,
Some disappear before you ever arrive."
"Let's make a rainbow, rather than blue, red, or for that matter saffron."
-Inspired from "The Danger of a Single Story" by Chimamanda.
I hope everyone is well. I have so much to write about but I'm not sure if I can write it all. I did some lawn work today and my injured thumb is protesting! But I'll try.
A couple of days ago, we were outside and my husband was helping my dad with his truck. Dad drives it around the block to be sure it was good to go. I hear my husband yell for Craig. Craig owns the business in front of my house and our relationship with him, at least mine any way, hasn't been a good one. I don't like the guy much. A few years back the company was burning eggs and chicken poop to make fertilizer and the smell was horrid. For 3 years the neighborhood was plagued with it and they would do nothin...
Who are you fighting for?
It hurts too much,
Its stupidly fustrating,
What kind of age are we living in,
We are all living on earth,
Its not like we can just leave yet,
So why fight,
We are distroying ourselves,
How idiotic do you have to be to not be able to see this?
How many innocent lives taken,
Before you realise this is barbaric?
How is 5% of the world declared in famine?
Why is no one else standing up and truely fighting for what we see not who we agree with?
There is too many unanswered questions to sit back and not say anything,
Its "playing God".
Little white lie.
I promised id never lie,
How could i not,
When the world has begun to rot,
I showed you a false reality,
Hoping youd never see through me,
I lied in good faith,
To make you believe life was a better place,
I can not lie no more,
You need to see the horror,
Look what weve done,
I wish the world never begun,
We were given this beautiful planet to look after,
Weve proven the responsibility was too much,
Its okay to run and hide,
I wish i never lied,
Im glad you now know the truth,
Just be sure to keep smiling in the photo booth.
"As it's best or shit
Some support and some may not
But none bothers much
This is simply politics
No hard and fast rule "
'Yet not yet'
"Content and satisfied
Yet incomplete and lost;
Love life philosophy
Yet money making practicality;
Impressed at the first sight
Yet the prejudices stay relate;
Truth remains a fact
Yet post-truth the reality."
#Wars #Politics #Terrorism #Victims
Always wanted to write these four into one ! So here it is
Came to celebrate my world poetry day
?Was it fire
That burnt these dreams
That killed those feels
That spread through their hearts
And evoke all the wars
?Was it Greed
That stepped on their mind
That filled malice in their brain
That gave rise to pain
So it can destroy the kind
?Was it Life
That made it hard
That felt to be heard
So they started it all
To put an end to all
?Was it Hope
That called them from ashes
Helped them swim to the nations
Taught "To seek no power"
And assured the future is all better
Happy world poetry day
I wish i was a bird,
Looking down at what weve done,
We, the human kind have distroyed our planet,
We built buildings,
The earth was pure,
Now the earth is mostly,
Money amd power have distroyed our natural instincts,
Money and power obliviated the human race.
But you don't know my strengths.. you semi moron!!!
"Oh!!! I just cannot take it any longer. I'm done! I cannot put up with these people anymore. I am beginning to hate my job. Mr.God. . I need to switch over to some other organisation. I am like a mouse caught in the trap. I've let all my weaknesses out. People are exploiting it to the core. How am I am going to survive among them? Why did I do this mistake? Why am I so frank? I shouldn't have been so predictable. I made a mistake. And I cannot even correct my mistakes because it's too late. They will continue to take advantage of me. They know me too well. They know when and how I react to situations. They know my financial status. They kn...
Idealism is so Pupertary and myopic on me.
"Have you forgotten who George.W Bush is?
Answer from me:
Fuck you, you pseudo smart kiddow.
This is not a schoolyard.
This is Washington, which Bush opposes Trump is the most positive thing that has happened since Trump is President.
Im sure the Obama's have not forgotten who Bush is, not after they swept his broken shards for 8 years.
The Democrats need the Republicans in this Days, they must win for themselves. And i m talking about republican politicians and voters.
For this purpose, Bush is a golden companion. ...
No one has forgotten who Bush is, but I would even prefer him as President trump with kissing hands.
To Subhash Bose Sir,
It's been year since we heard from you directly. A lot has changed since you went away to hiding. India has been destroyed by politics. And even they used you in different political agenda.
But this is India- Your India Our India. We are still fighting the war. External agents and internal agents are trying to break us at every moment. But we have not surrendered. Few inspirational leaders are still leading us but we still miss you. Your "karmashektra" has turned into a land of hopelessness. But a few young people are still struggling to bring back it's glory. They need strong leadership.
The termites of Religion, caste, politics is eating into the pillars of our soc...
He aquí la imagen de un "doble piensa".
Para quien el blanco es negro y el negro blanco.
Para quien la verdad es mentira y viceversa.
கோழைகளுக்கு மத்தியில் எம் காளைகளை காக்க,
உலகம் வியக்கும் ஒரு உன்னதப்போரை அன்று மெரினாவில் நிகழ்த்திய என் தமிழ் இளைஞர் படை இன்று மிச்சர் சாப்பிடும் அவல நிலைக்கு தள்ளப்பட்டுவிட்டனர்.
எந்த ஒரு அரசியல் சாயமும் இல்லாமல் எம் தமிழ் கலாச்சாரத்தை காக்க நாம் படையெடுத்தபோது புல்லரிக்கத்தான் செய்தது.
அர்ரே மதராஸி என்று கேலியாக பார்த்த மொத்த வடமாநிலமும் சபாஷ் என்று கூறிய நேரம் அது.
அரசியல் என்றால் என்ன, அரசியல்வாதி யார் என்பதை எல்லாம் வெறும் ஏட்டில் மட்டுமே படித்திருந்த நமக்கு, செயல்முறையில் கற்கவும் வாய்ப்பு கிடைத்தது.
அன்று அங்கு நாம் உச்சரித்தோ, இல்லை கேட்டோ இருந்த ஸ்லோகங்கள் எதுவும் மறக்கும்படி இல்லை என்பதே நிதர்சனமான உண்மை.
அமைதிகாத்த நாம் அடித்துவிரட்டப்பட்டோம் - பரவாயில்லை,
Yet another Super Bowl, game.
Seems like this year; this game, that not much of America is oh so thrilled with either contender. Eh? Sounds sort of, familiar. Like we all have our special preference. Our own opinion.
Collectively and separate. Opinion(s).
It's not a real Super Bowl anyhow if the Pittsburgh Steelers aren't play’in it, ya know what I mean, 'yinz'?
Anyhow, it's a game.
Good luck to all of its contenders.
Both on the field, and off. Mostly off.
If we must stay up all night,
to see it through.
We get to choose among,
just these two.
So, please pass the pretzels,
them chips and dip,
and open me up another beer.
'The Game' draws us all in, and near.